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i am so ready to get lost. with the stupid writer's strike, it seems like most of the tv has been lost. but tonight, it is back. as i write it is about 3.5 hours away. click here for lots of hoopla. otherwise tune in to abc at 8 for a refresher course in what has happened, and get ready for season 4. i hope its awesome.

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Dan said…
Greg, I have been in LOST withdrawl for way too long. I wonder if you watched it on Wednesday when they re-aired last season's finally. I caught something quite interesting. When Jack was at the hospitol and was stealing drugs. The head of surgery was questioning him about being drunk and Jack said "Go upstairs and get my father and see who is more drunk". His Dad died in the first season and this was a flash forward. Just something to think about.

I have an intersting website that I go to that has a lot of insite into the show, where people give there ideas about the show, and they find things that you missed while watching it.

It is in my favorites, so I don't remember the address off the top of my head, but I will go to it and get it for you. Check it out.

I was giving a count down to Joel last night as the time was approaching.
Dan said…
Greg, It is losteastereggs.blogspot.com check it out when you have a chance.
greg. said…
dan, cool site. thanks. what did you think of last night's episode? i was just so happy to be watching it. it felt like coming home. and yet, so many questions....
Dan said…
Greg, I DVR'd it for my brother, so I will get to watch it again. After going to that website, you realize how many things you miss the first time you watch it. Karen is totally confused.

I like you was just happy that it was finally back on. But there are only 7 episodes left because of the writers strike. So I am going to enjoy every episode and try to figure out what is going on.

By the way, I got major chills when that eye peeked through the window at Jacob's cabin. That caught me completely off gaurd. Who do you think it was? Locke?
greg. said…
yeah, i was thinking it was locke, too. but who knows. they love to play with our minds.

i remember the whole thing about jack's dad from last season. very confusing. but remember, weird stuff happened with locke's father, too, in terms of him being on the island, or at least seeming to be.

i can't wait to see how only six of the survivors get 'rescued' especially when we know that jack, kate and hurley are three of them and they aren't even together on the island right now. it will be interesting!

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